Disclaimer : I, on any circumtances, do not own what we would call an amazing extraordinary masterpiece that is Naruto. That privilege belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.
PROLOGUE
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My life was fine. It was not what you would call an extraordinary life.
My husband and I were not ninjas that went on 'exciting' missions as the neighbourhood children said, if only they know the truth but children were allowed to be innocent before they grew up. We were not rich merchants that had big compound with big civilian clan.
All we had was a small fruit stall that was passed down by my deceased father and that was fine. Although we did not have kids of our own, I hoped we did, we were fine. Each day was boring and on some special days it would be a little exciting, on the civilian standard. You can't compare it to the exciting level of a ninja. You would probably died, horribly may I add.
It was fine. Or at least I thought it was.
"Ah. " I stopped on my track and my body went rigid, the door opened wide behind me. I stared wide-eyes at the scene before me. My mind was going on a whirlwind, many thoughts passed by but the most prominent thought of all is that...
Why is my husband kissing another woman?